Um...I don't think so. Four different people have asked me that in the last week. At first, I thought it was just that my new work pants are a little more flattering than the old ones were. But last night, I was wearing my hella baggy cords, and KC asked me the same thing.

I'm not doing anything, honest. But somehow, without even trying, I'm apparently shedding pounds right and left. You may begin hating me at any time.

The weird part is, now I'm catching myself having all these Stereotypical Girl moments.

"What are you doing? No, you can't have a cookie! You're not even hungry! What the hell's wrong with you, you horrible cow? Go buy some new shoes, instead."

Where in the world did that come from? I've never ever worried about what I eat.

It's a curse, being so gorgeous and thin. *Ana ducks and runs out of DiaryLand, giggling*

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